PS I found a poem by Big Kenny
While walking in the park one day,
I saw a sculpture in my way.
It stood alone, so tall and proud,
The top of the statue next to a cloud.
I sat on a bench and stared a while.
The outdoor sculpture made me smile.
The weather tried to make it old.
But it was just too strong and bold.
As I walked away from the 3-D art,
Sculpture had a special place in my heart.